Hatred humbles itself in the face of love, but love is no match for the ruthlessness of fate.
The truth gradually peeled away in the wind and leaves, and in the end it was discovered that no one had been blessed.
And the story starts over and over again just like the spring in Jiangnan.
Or maybe happiness has already arrived.
Conception:
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Damn it, Mrs. Zhang wants to get a lunch box, right?
Damn it, Mrs. Zhang wants to get a lunch box, right?